When Jiang Manyue crossed over, she was being sold to the Yangzhou Spring Breeze House for fifty taels of silver.
The man who had her bound was her original self’s husband, who doted on his concubine and neglected his wife. She neither cried nor made a fuss. When a patron lunged at her and tore her clothes, she drove a knife into his neck. Then she sneaked into her former husband’s storeroom and swept the entire place into her convenience store, leaving not even the display shelves behind. She left in a hurry, leaving chaos in her wake.
From then on, she headed north. Companions came and went, and every obstacle she encountered was harder to overcome than the last.
She carried a convenience store with her. She could take out bread and milk, and she could upgrade it to make it bigger, but every empty space had to be filled with gold or silver.
The farther north she went, the more clearly she understood: in this world, you either live with others walking all over you, or you walk all over them.
She chose the latter.
